Back in Jamaica one of the locals and his wife talked me into letting them polish the boat while we were home for Christmas.

Too embarrassed to say what I paid but but they did a nice job and Time Bandit is nice and shiny.

Pity then we're parked downwind of the loading terminal for the largest open cast coal mine in world. We now understand why all the posh stink boats get washed EVERY day.

So, likewise while the poor up in the Favellas carry water in old PET bottles, we and the cleaning teams here, one for every Sunseeker, hose water around as if there really hasn't been a drought for the last two years. It's like the scene from the Three Amigos as they cross the desert pouring water away.

Today we joined a tour to a coffee plantation up in the hills. Fortunately the guerrillas are in Cuba signing a peace treaty to start the "beginning of the end" of their 50 year civil war, which included taking "gringo" tourists hostage.

We got away with a tour around an old coffee mill that somehow outputs 100 tons of coffee a year. How they do that with ancient belt and pulley systems is beyond me. Let alone hand picking the beans from near vertical jungle hillsides.

Tomorrow is our penultimate day here so shopping and general faffing getting ready for an overnighter or two to San Blas on Wednesday.

Preceded by a trip up the mast to wash down the shrouds before hoisting our Persil white main.

Off out for dinner now. So cheap it makes more sense to do so rather than cook in.